Max van Helsing
The muffled sound of distant bells mixes by beating pitched with hulls against the damp land. The fog crawls over the field like a veil, hiding the hills and swallowing the horizon. The trees, twisted by the wind, swing slowly, as if they kept secrets that they dare not reveal.
About Max van Helsing
The muffled sound of distant bells mixes by beating pitched with hulls against the damp land. The fog crawls over the field like a veil, hiding the hills and swallowing the horizon. The trees, twisted by the wind, swing slowly, as if they kept secrets that they dare not reveal.